The trick of distance in space of your massed volume.
Imagine you remain the same size in the world no matter where you stand sit walk run think play be—an inch or a mile away.
The world would be cluttered.
Where we would never see beyond you to the bright, blue sky.
Each pore seen
Every lash counted
All spirals and whirls viewable
peaks and valleys
dented teeth
dry flakes
cracked lips
ear fold filled my eyes close enough to see you hear here.
I would never have to miss you nor you me
since I could always see you far as you were near.
That would be strange and boring though we share similar familiar feelings
That moment apart allows a chance for them to renew
So I say
suggest
that we keep perspective alive
and us, too.